Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door. It was their neighbor, holding a flashlight and looking confused. "Why are you guys sitting in the dark?" the neighbor asked.
"Both! It’s a double attack!" Podi Malli collapsed into a plastic chair, staring at the numbers on the bills as if they were written in an ancient, cursed language. "Look at the electricity bill. Did we start a factory overnight? Did you leave the iron on for three days? Or did the fridge decide to host a party for all the other appliances in the neighborhood?" Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door
The two spent the next hour in a state of high-energy panic. They went from room to room, accusing each other of "energy crimes." Chooty Malli pointed at the old radio that stayed plugged in; Podi Malli pointed at the fan that hummed even when the windows were wide open. Did we start a factory overnight